Good morrow.
My name's Mika and I'm from the lands of endless rain and merrymaking, specially around this time of year. I vow there is no finer place anywhere than elsewhere.
Now I read rather a lot, don't you know, with fantasy and historical stories being my favourites but I also quite like tomes of the enlightening and spiritual kind that allow one to look thoughtful with much vigour. Have you ever been invited to the tower? When I'm writing I'm happiest which I think stems from my yearning to escape - you see, I'm quite introverted and quiet. Still, I'm hoping to realise more of life's wonders one day. In others I appreciate honesty a lot and steadfast bravery, as we're all heroic, of course, especially me.
I'm a dreamer at heart and live in the halls of wonder and high fantasy -- 'tis a place of good visions, cats and grand metaphor. Immersion there can be perilous, as thought's ethereal oceans are deep and may pierce the soul with icy floes. Yes, I imagine the past over and over, renewing what warms me. Oh, I have a keen interest in dreams, daydreaming and night's eternal reveries, and care much for lucid dreaming and keeping a fantastic journal or four =)
Now now, it's not all ideal fancy, or idle fancy if that's how you see it - oh no, oh my. It is, so to say, my very existence.
I code a lot too, making games and stuff that could be useful, why certainly. I understate my immeasurable talents here, rest assured.
A few last words, although I'm hoping not to end quite so readily in actual fact. Consider this, won't you, more a thoughtful rendition of afterthought. I like books and cats it is true, and tea most of all, but I procrastinate a little more than I should at times. It's not such an abysmal trait really but it may be if such qualms aren't kept snug in the mind's darker, less remembered regions. I'm always dedicated to the projects I undertake and this is well, just like A Pink which I'm now listening to, just out of curiosity. If I may know one person really well, immaterially well, then all is well. I have few friends and would rather sit quietly by the fire in my dressing gown thinking about substance dualism and how joyous imagination is than to go out in the loud places under the burning star. I like the idea of seeing more places none the less and talking lots with one I know truly.
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Is there solace beyond winter's grey veils? I wish for one thing in my life and that won't ever change: may the stepping stones be found once again in that day, in some day soon, dearest memory.